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The Escape
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Ok, don't panic. I looked to the right and saw a laundry basket and without thinking jumped inside hoping I would be covered by the sheets. This always worked in the movies so it must be a good idea right? Wrong.
"There he is!"
A voice shouted and within minutes two pairs of hands were dragging me to my feet. I screamed at the top of my voice but nothing came out. I looked at the men who held me but their faces were hidden behind painted gas masks. No one heard my screams. What was I going to do now? I felt myself being dragged towards the entrance of the hospital. I fought with all my might but to no avail. What were they going to do to me? At 34, I was too young to die. I wasn't even married yet. I thought about Aaliyah, my girlfriend of three years and her beautiful daughter who I was proud to call...
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. Ok, don't panic. I looked to the right and saw a laundry basket and without thinking jumped inside hoping I would be covered by the sheets. This always worked in the movies so it must be a good idea right? Wrong.
"There he is!"
A voice shouted and within minutes two pairs of hands were dragging me to my feet. I screamed at the top of my voice but nothing came out. I looked at the men who held me but their faces were hidden behind painted gas masks. No one heard my screams. What was I going to do now? I felt myself being dragged towards the entrance of the hospital. I fought with all my might but to no avail. What were they going to do to me? At 34, I was too young to die. I wasn't even married yet. I thought about Aaliyah, my girlfriend of three years and her beautiful daughter who I was proud to call...
